Mrs. Flax flailed her arms and screamed as if she had fallen herself. "HOLLY NOOOOO!" Holly screamed and curled up in a ball. "MICHAEL GARY SCOTT-"
"You know my middle name?" he intruded.
"YES MICHAEL, NOW IS NOT THE TIME! GET THE KEYS AND BRING THEM TO ME! NOW!"
"Yes ma'am."
"Ellie is everything okay I heard screaming!" Mr. Flax yelled from th kitchen.
"NO ALBERT! EVERYTHING NOT OKAY GET TO THE CAR NOW! WE ARE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL!"
"Mom I don't- I don't need to go-" she crunched in to a ball holding her stomach in agony.
"HOLLIS PARTRIDGE FLAX YOU ARE GOING! MICHAEL WHERE ARE THE DAMN KEYS!"
"Here Mrs. Flax."
"I'll get Al and a pillow to the car. Can YOU carry her?"
"Yes ma'am."
"HURRY."
MIchael looked frightened. Holly was still curled up and clenching her stomach. She turned her head towards Michael and was crying. He couldn't tell if it was from pain or fear. He guessed both. He was correct. She couldn't get words to come out of her mouth. She mumbled, "Michael, what if I- I hurt my babies." She started sobbing and released her hand from her stomach.
"No, no, no, don't think like that Holly. They will be just fine; and you know what? They are mine too. They are ours. And we are strong, brilliant and funny. So they are going to turn out twice as funny, twice as brilliant and twice as strong. Okay?" She nodded her head and wrapped her sore hands around Michael's neck.
As he was picking her up he heard a monsterous voice coming from the door way. "HURRY UP MICHAEL!"
He scooped her up and brought her out to the car. He laid her down in the back and rushed to the other side. He sat on the other side of the car and rested her head on his lap. He grasped her hand, but she moved it. She was clenching her stomach as if it were about to burst. "All right it's going to be." he said in a Yoda voice.
"Was that Yoda?" Mr. Flax asked. He had no clue where he was going or why. He just was in the car for moral support. "If so that was amazing!" Mrs. Flax parted a smile. The car was going at least twenty over the limit.
Holly still was sniffiling and hugging her stomach. Michael twirled her blonde locks of hair in and out of his fingers. The closest hopital from the house was a half an hour drive- when you drive the speed limit. They had got there in ten minutes. Michael didn't care where Mrs. Flax parked as long as he could get Holly to a wheelchair as quick as possible. He has always been dramatic if something terrible happens so it was no surprise when he rushed in the emergency room carrying Holly like a newborn yelling, "HELP SHE FELL! SHE IS PREGNANT! HELP US!" That got some heads to turn around. A group of medical staff got Holly in a wheelchair and didn't bother getting her a medical ID bracelet. As they rushed her in the emergency room Holly's parents came speed walking in. A nurse, or someone who at least looked like a nurse was in such a rush they had shoved Michael out of the way to get to Holly.
As they were taking her blood pressure, heart rate adn oxygen level, they also checked the hearbeats of the babies. They started asking questions about how, when, what. Also they asked to point to a smiley face representing pain. She never liked to show pain so really when she pointed to nine, she meant ten. They gave her so pain medication and called a obstetrician down to do an ultrasound. A few agonizing minutes later a doctor by the name of Doctor Hillbrooke rushed to greet the party in the emergency room.
He asked, "How did this happen?"
"I was trying to break my fiance's fall."
"When?"
"Half an hour ago." Holly was still clenching her stomach.
"I see the nurses didn't ask you about any other pains you might be having."
"My leg hurts around the face that is starting to get mad but is still sort of okay."
"Was that before or after the meds?"
"Before." The whole time Michael and everyone were more interested in the babies.
"Ms. Flax I want you to relax, okay? This is going to feel cold." He puts the jelly on her lower abdomen and searches. "Okay, so by the looks of it you are 20 pregnant, with twins, congratulations, and nothing seems to be..." He trailed off.
"What?" She asked.
"What do you see?" asked Mrs. Flax who had slowly crept up to be bedside.
"TELL ME WHATS WRONG WITH MY BABIES!" Michael yelled.
"Sorry, I had a hard time seeing Baby B. I got it now. Everything is fine. I'm going to get an X-ray, admit you for observation, put a fetal monitor on, and I want you in bed rest."
"But I have to go in for a job interview." Holly said.
"I'm sorry but it would be in your best interest to stay on bedrest."
"How long would she be on bedrest." Mr Flax butted in.
"6 weeks then she should go to her normal doctor to see how she is doing."
"He's only concerned about playing Bingo on Friday's with me." Holly laughed.
Mr. Flax shrugged. "Maybe..."
I KNOW THIS WAS SHORT BUT I HAVE SO MUCH HOMEWORK TO DO. SORRY THAT I AM POSTING LATE :( I FELL ASLEEP. LOL XD.